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Ask: A pirate's first kiss! 🤭💕

Anonymous asked:

Oooh great taste in questions already! I always love reading kissing headcanons myself, never made them before though :p

Pirate au as kidnapped depicted from @mega-punani ! Go check 'm out, there's cute skele pictures there too~

In this case, you and your skelle are both into eachother and you both kinda know it, but this is the first proper kiss on the lips! ...teeth?

Uuuuhhhh you're smoochin! Enjoy <3

Sans

First kiss huh? If he initiated it, it probably came paired with a pun. In fact, he would be making hundreds of kissing and relationship puns to try and help you catch on to what he's going for. When you finally realize he is asking for a kiss, he gauges your reaction, looking to see if you're up for it. You can be as shy about it as you want, with his judgement eye he can see right through it!  

"Well, if you insist~"

It's a very sweet kiss, and he has a dreamy, almost smug smile on his face afterwards, teasing you a little bit if you look very flustered. Don't be fooled though, the smug smile and teasing are there to hide his own bashfulnes. You don't need a devil fruit to realize it though, seeing as his entire face is bright blue: he absolutely adores you.

If you catch him off guard by initiating first and out of the blue, he buffers for a few seconds before blushing hard and hiding his eyes with his hat, not able to stop smiling all day. You can watch him trying and failing to come up with a pun about it the first minute after.

He'll probably find you at some point during the day to return the favour.

Papyrus

Oh dating manual my beloved...

So papyrus is casually suave and totally swept you off off your feet when your relationship was still completely platonic, but now that you both feel the romance growing... he gets kinda flustered lol. He has no idea of how much natural charisma he has, so now that he wants to impress you he sticks to the book... the Dating Manual!

He meticulously searches for the right place, time and circumstances to have a romantic first kiss to, which we all know means it's highly unlikely to happen anytime this year. He does, however, loudly proclaim romantic expressions of love to you when he deems the time to be right (or on accident) and he is always hiding the little book behind his back when you walk in on him reading it. It is very, very clear that he wants a kiss. Please save him.

If you want him to take initiative, you'll have to make it very clear you are expecting a kiss, *right now*. You read somewhere that uhhhh seeing two seagulls fight over a scrap of bread after having sailed north for at least two hours means a romantic kiss is bound to happen! Oh, if only something that romantic would happen to me...

There is a 30% chance he'll both take the hint and take the step, but when he finally does, well...

"Wowie...."

If you happen to kiss him somewhat out of the blue, he short-circuits- trembling a little and glowing pink and orange. Tell him he looks like a beautiful sunset and watch him flounder. Will excitedly tell Sans about the whole thing. Multiple times. (Sans is a very supportive bro and is very happy for him)

Blue

Your first kiss with Blue may have been a spontaneous, spur of the moment kinda thing, like many of your adventures with this man.

As he held u princess style in an epic rescue from something very dangerous (you slipped), you aimed to dramatically smooch him on the cheek as thanks. But then he angles his head in an unexpected way and oh my... 

He freezes, eyelights expanding, and slowly becomes completely blue. Before you can apologize, he starts running around the ship with you, holding you tight and loudly giggling as he is overtaken by excitement and glee. You are so sweet he is on an artificial sugar high!

Even if it's not a spur of the moment kiss, it will likely still be up to you, to some degree, to make the first move. It's not that Blue doesn't want to kiss you! Heavens no! It's just, well... He knows that he can miss the occasional social que and he doesn't wanna fuck this up by hurrying you or misreading your intentions, so he just flirts dramatically and hopes you take the hint to take initiative. Just for the first time though, after that he has a free pass and boy is he gonna use it.

The flirts are pretty forward, you can't miss em: things like kabedoning you and looking at you expectantly, or showing up with a rose in his mouth. Even if it doesn't lead to a kiss, he hopes it will make you laugh!

Stretch

With Stretch, it pretty much happened on accident.

You were sitting next to each other, your head against his shoulder, listening to him softly playing some tunes as the sun set on the sea. The boat was anchored, and the others were busy or tuckered out after the long day. It was just the two of you, the waves and a soft melody.

He looked to his right and found your face just- so close to him. You both just kinda studied each other for a while, lost in thought and completely at ease...

When did you start kissing?

His reaction to it is fireworks going off in his head, but definitely the kind that fitted the occasion.  He didn't even take the time to be embarrassed about it, instead just basking in the moment of having you so close.

Red

As flirtatious as this man is, he will pretty much never initiate the first kiss. He'll initiate after the initial kiss for sure, but he has a lot of respec juice and since he knows he's a bit much sometimes, he doesn't wanna overstep or pressure you into something you are not ready for. He's pretty used to being rejected for being crude so might as well let you come to him.

If you are having a rare tender moment, and you initiate a kiss from there... this man will be in the clouds for a few days: very distracted, uncaring even for his more interesting duties and sporting a huge dreamy grin which grows when you are in the same room with him. His brother is worried he's going to melt.

If, however, you decided to kiss him because you are sick of the teasing flirts he keeps throwing your way, he will be VERY smug about it. Also it will not actually stop his teasing flirts. But you do both get a kiss out of it so it may have been worth it.

Besides the tender moment, there is no way to surprise him with a kiss. He is always waiting for you to kiss him. Always ready for a kiss. Bring 'm in, those kisses! A huge simp, this one.

Edge

Edge does, occasionally, take a break. When most chores have been done, someone else takes the lead for a while or when the crew is simply having some down time, dear Edge gets to relax with some tea and a good book as well. And if it is at all possible, he shares these rare moments of downtime with you. 

He usually distracts himself from his crush on you by being busy, so now that he is sitting down and taking his time... he may actually be forced to confront his feelings, at least to himself. After heaving a heavy sigh, he steels his nerves and decides this should be the moment to kiss you. What other times will be as appropriate as this?

Edge takes the time to tilt your face towards him, looking you in he eyes and glancing at your lips... and that's where he reaches the edge of his courage. Luckily, you feel the same, and his set up makes it easy for you to simply close the small gap left to kiss him.  Edge remains quite red the entire evening, but he tries to keep it cool. Please think he's calm and collected and that he doesn't get desperately embarrassed and infatuated upon receiving a single wonderful kiss. He's cool! He's never been more collected!! Don't look at him like that!!!

Razz

Ah the tsundere. Let's see... Maybe after a long tiring day, when everyone save for you and him has finally gone to bed, you find him still buried deep in his maps, clearly trying to distract himself from everything that happened. You softly convince him that the quality of the map may suffer if he keeps going when this tired. You even hug him close and he lets you, just this once. You give him your first kiss to his forehead as he is in your arms. As he slowly turns purple you expect him to turn you away, yelling or mumbling something about you being a distraction. Instead, he simply grumbles something along the lines of "not even doing it properly if you're going to do it at all" as he smashes his face into yours. It's actually very nice, and you guys keep the sweet embrace and kisses up until you decide to leave his little mapping office and go to sleep. He seems well rested the next day, if a little purple, and the crew is blessed with some lovely weather after the heavy rains from the past few days.

He won't do much pda with you after, almost making it seem like he doesn't care, but he only shares this with you when no one can disturb you both.

Cash

May have been a little shit who tried to dare you into kissing him, or to make bets in which you'd have to kiss him if you lost (and he'd have to kiss you if he lost). He didn't expect you to actually accept his dare, especially if you have declined his dares before, but now he's sweating bullets: he likes having the excuse that it's just a joke or just to tease you, but now that you're standing in front of him expectantly he is once again forced to recognize that he genuinely really wants this... and he's so scared to fuck it up. He genuinely believes he doesn't deserve something like this.

He teases you again to divert his attention but you take that as a sign to just get this over with and kiss him. The kiss melts away any doubt he just had, and when you release him he's just kinda standing there, buffering.

You're kinda disappointed seeing no reaction from him. Maybe he did only mean it as a joke... but as you turn away to do literally anything else he finally loads back in and starts asking for increasingly dumb bets and dares trying to get another kiss. 

Bear

Bears first kiss, if given, was probably to calm you down. It was almost instinct: you were upset, and he was already swaying you side to side gently, waiting for the flow of tears to stop. He wants to help, to do more... so he lifts your chin and gives you a gentle but firm kiss on the forehead, as he remembers someone having done for him when he was younger, one of few sweet memories of days long past.

You look up at him with wide eyes, now still, and he notices the crying has slowed to a stop as you watch him in fascination. Neither of you remember who leaned in after that.  

Cinnamon 

Gosh he wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you so badly!! But he is very nervous to initiate. Is it the right time? The right place? Do you feel the same? He thinks you do, you are always so sweet to him! You help him out when you can! And you are respectful of his boundaries- but oh please take initiative and put an end to his suffering!!

He'll make plan after plan to initiate, even asking Papyrus and Blue for help, only to chicken out for some reason. At some point the rest of the crew gets involved in trying to get this over with, so now if you don't initiate, the way your first kiss goes may depend on them:

Cash would trip Cinnamon into you repeatedly, Red locks you both into a room until you make out, and Razz just straight up tells you to get it over with so Cinnamon will stop nervously tapping his cane on his cabin roof.

How he reacts when you finally initiate depends on your intensity: if you are soft and sweet with him he is blushing hard but mostly just heart eyed, but if you are, *ahem*, intense with him, he pretty much faints in your arms, anime-comedy style. It's very cute ;)

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SNOWFALL SEASON 1 Franklin (PART 3)

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black Fem Reader!

Warnings/Type: Established Relationship. Angst. Drama. Use of the n-word. Here is part (1),(2). 

Summary: You’ve seen the worst parts of him and the best parts of him and vice versa. That’s why you made a good pair, but the recent knowledge of his new life path has torn you both apart. However when tragedy strikes, it might be the thing you need to take another look at the Franklin you fell in love with.   

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In places it could touch, the sun beat down mercilessly on the cracked pavement under the highway, casting a harsh glare on the graffiti-covered walls amid the L.A heat. Secluded, hidden from view by the thick pillars, the smell of exhaust and garbage lingered thick in the air. Franklin held a hand over his face, body hunched by the aftermath of the hit. Leon stepped back, tilting his head to access the damage. The sound of cars whizzed above overhead.

“My bad nigga.”

Franklin turned to face him. Blushing red markings visible just over his eyebrow and the other sitting under his eye. Marks left deep. 

“This is a loaded fuckin’ gun!” He shouted. “What the hell is wrong wit’ you man!” 

Leon frowned and closed space, surprised by Franklin's rage. The lack of acceptance of the apology, caused Leon to scowl. The two stood close in face, eyes steady on the other. Hard and held in place. 

“You ain’t gotta be doin’ all that yellin’ aight,” he shouted back. “You wanna be a trigger man go’ head. It’s all you.” 

“Just-” Franklin waved him off and turned his back. He walked a few paces away until he stood in the line of a shadow. Feet planted firmly apart, eyes focused on the target in front of him. He took aim. His finger gently caressed the trigger. A sense of urgency resided in his movements, and a tension in the atmosphere that made his hands shake slightly stayed present. When he reloaded the gun, he did so with precision. Franklin took sight of the toy figures he'd sat up earlier that morning. He fired off several rounds.The sound of the shots echoed under the highway. Bullets hit just above the targets. Leon shook his head at another missed attempt. 

“Look man. Maybe this whole movie thing ain’t such a good idea tonight. Know what I'm sayin’? Feel like this might take a lil’ longer than we planned.” 

Franklin shook his head. “Naw. We can still do it.” He squeezed the trigger and the gun recoiled, the sound of the shot echoing off the concrete walls to a light spark that only lasted the split of a second before it faded. He quickly reloaded and fired again, each attempt hitting closer and closer to the center of one of the targets.

“But why?” Leon sounded from behind after four more bullets flew. “Shit seems irrelevant to what we got goin’ on.”

“Because I keep ma’ word Lee,” Franklin answered without hesitation. 

A small chuckle left the afro wearing gang member. “Naw, fuck all that. You got pussy on the brain, nigga. I mean, I get it. Not really the type of mindset we need right now, but, maybe if yo ass was gettin’ some, you would shoot better.”

Franklin frowned and shut his eyes for a moment baring his teeth in irritation. “Lee, shut the fuck up. Ain't no body thinkin' about no pussy right now, man. Bigger shit to worry about if you ain't kno.”

“Yeah, aight Saint. We can do this movie thing. How you know she still wanna talk to yo’ ass tho’. Bet you ain't called her since she got out the hospital, wit yo oh pussy whipped self, ” Leon said in effort to poke the bear. 

Franklin cracked his neck and squinted his eyes in the direction of the dinosaur in the middle of the two robots. “Clearly, been dealin’ wit’ a lot as you can see. If I don’t get that money back, I can forget the talkin’ period. Avi’s gonna kill me. Or worse, probably cut out my fuckin’ tongue.” He closed one eye and aimed down the barrel, lining up his shot. The loud bang echoed through the empty space, followed by the clatter of the bullet hitting metal in the distance. He took a moment to adjust his aim before firing again.

“Speaking of. We got time, we should roll up to his spot first.”

Franklin threw a glance over his shoulder to look at Leon. “Why?” 

“Because nigga. Maybe that motherfucka can give us some advice. Not like we in the position to be opposed to it. You act like I do this shit all the time. Besides, if you gon’ be a killer, may as well get the kno’ how from a professional.” 

Franklin took a deep breath and let it out slowly before firing off, this time, hitting one of the robots on the end.

…

Between all the tests and medication instruction, you were completely exhausted when you stepped through your front door with Cissy by your side, helping you keep steady and up right. God bless her, she did you this kindness after working long grueling hours for that prick of a boss, the day before. There was a dizziness that lingered a few hours afterward. Not to mention the slight headache that kept pounding at your brain like a nat that just wouldn’t leave, and when Cissy asked if you needed anything, the answer was always no. After all, she had done more than her share. 

Between you and your mother, you couldn’t be sure who threw up more that first night you came back. What you could be certain is that you’d both said less than three words to one another. Hardly even looked in each other's direction. Or asked if the other was okay. That word in its own right seemed a trivial thing, because of course neither of you were okay, and not likely to ever be okay again. 

You noticed how worn out she looked when Cissy had sat her down on the couch to talk. You could hear them from the bathroom as your bones found comfort in the heat of the water you laid. Her eyes were red and puffy. That was one trait that stuck. So puffy it was like she’d had an allergic reaction to something. She could barely open them. Tender skin, probably filled with parental regret. I could have done more. I should have been there to protect him. Why not me instead?

It was like Cissy knew all these things. These questions that your mother could not speak. Then again. She had experience. You could kill Franklin for lying to her. She might forgive the marijuana, but cocaine was a whole nother monster. You knew it would break her heart, yet despite the knowledge of such truth you never said a word. You never overstepped your boundaries when it came to Franklin and his mama. Remembering how Cissy assured your mother more than once that she had been a good woman, and that what happened was entirely out of her control, you kept your peace. 

“I’m here to help. I can bring you dinner before I head off to work so you don’t have to cook. But you both need to eat.”

If only you could explain that it hadn’t been her cooking that turned your stomach inside out. Of Course you could only speak for yourself, and since your mother had decided to take a vow of silence you could only assume that just like you, the sadness had caused an after taste of bitterness to sit on the tongue, so potent that anything you thought remotely tasted good before, was just like eating dog shit, fresh.   

That had been three days ago. Three days of depressive sleep and crying, not to mention, avoiding Ronnie’s room every chance you got. There was a part of you that wished it would disappear, and another part that hated the thought of it eventually being gone. Time would move on, and pretty soon his things would no longer hold space. You’d switch your thoughts to food. Standing there in your towel fresh out from the shower, phone in hand, you were starving. Your tummy let you know it every other second with a cramp and a grumble begging you desperately to feed whatever creature lingered inside, dormant and angry while you talked. Your grip on the phone grew tighter as you fought through another hunger pain to watch your mother walk past you and out the front door. You sighed only to focus on the voice speaking through on the other end of the line. 

“Yeah, okay. I will. I'll definitely think about it. And yeah, I'll absolutely keep you updated. Alright. Bye.” 

You listened to the click before the dial tone sounded as your smile fell. A wonder it had been on your face in the first place. Could it be decoded by the person on the other end, or did it more so aid the facade you were presenting? The one that said you were very much holding up and making it.

The puddle of water under your toes had grown since the duration of the conversation. The water dripped from different places, but mostly from the ends of your hair. With no desire to do anything about it, you reached over, holding the towel close at your breast to place the phone on the receiver before you turned. 

Your mother’s absence had no significant changes on the way you felt most of the time being home. Either with her there or without, a lonesome feeling remained. You liked the solitude but came to find your thoughts had a funny way of suffocating you. Another cramp swelled at your insides and you could no longer fight the desire for food.   

When you entered, the dishes greeted you. The kitchen area was small but functional. Modern appliances and a good sized dining table. The night you’d gone to Cho’s and got the news about Ronnie, your mother had asked you to clean them, but since your three day stay at the hospital, you hadn’t gotten around to it. The inner part of you that was susaquent to her approval had you walking up to the sink to start some water, but instead of give into the temptation of pleasing someone who had ignored you and who hadn’t bothered to visit on any of the three days, you B-lined and opened the refrigerator door to scan over your choices for food. 

Not many options, you reached down to grab the apple right before you noticed a plate that hid behind the milk carton. It was covered with silver tin foil. A meal Cissy had left, probably. You had slept many hours and only when time reached mid afternoon had you decided on a shower before the phone rang. 

You reached inside to grab it, with Franklin on your mind. 

Why hadn’t he called? 

You wanted to be mad but frustration warranted you to a harsh reality. The better question was why had you expected him to. 

You removed the foil and placed the plate into the microwave. Watched the light flick on, and walked away toward the hall once it started up. 

When you got to the living room you used the remote to turn on the tv that filled your home with the voices of strangers and an altered reality of forced happiness. 

The added pressure of passing Ronnie’s room had you sitting on the edge of your bed in a daze after you’d found a pair of shorts and tank top to wear. Your stomach was eating itself, but your leg bounced in cowardice and the dread of having to pass the door in order to get back to the plate of food waiting for you in the microwave. 

The law books didn’t help in your plight. They only served as harsh reminders of failure. You didn’t need anymore representations. The dream you had in the hospital, or whatever the hell it was, did its due diligence just fine. Why be tortured?  

You combed out your hair and rubbed vaseline over your legs and arms before you stood to your feet and looked in the mirror. You didn’t keep the focus long, hating how your eyes were reddened and almost like your mothers when you made the mistake of catching sight of polaroids taped at the top of your long mirror. 

There were many with different depictions of moments in time when you felt content. A picture of you with a group of friends at school at lunch. The time you’d captured your mother putting on her lipstick. You and Leon with matching afro’s, you and Melody playing dress up, Kevin with a group of girls in the hallway right before the bell rang before class. Your uncle on the grill. You and Ronnie riding bikes down the street, you there with Franklin with his arm over your shoulder, both of you smiling, and the one your mother had given you. A picture of your father, a younger Ronnie and a baby version of you in his arms.

You couldn't be sure which was worse, the seen or the unseen, but you made the decision to hold your breath when you walked past his room without looking. 

…

The food was cold by the time you made it back in the kitchen to retrieve the plate. With no desire to put it through another round of warm up, you went back to the living room and sat on the couch with the plate in your lap as you grabbed the remote and switched through channels until you settled on a station you liked.

Tuna casserole. Quick and easy for the most part, you were thankful for Cissy. 

Your spoon made a substantial scoop and finally you could put to rest the hunger pains while Good Times resumed its running episode, What’s happening to Florida?  

You laughed as you watched Thelma snatch JJ’s hat off, waking him up from his nap wrapped tightly in a pink and green patterned blanket, as he pleaded with a smile to allow her to finish some dream he’d gone on about. You took another bite of food, and little by little as you ate, became less and less hungry. 

When the commercial break happened you’d gotten up to retrieve a glass of water, only to return with the announcer going on about the big movie premier.

‘Ladies and Gents, you should get yourself down to a movie theater tonight, because Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd will be debuting their hilarious new comedy as two very different men who Trade Places-’ 

The words had been drowned out by thoughts. Past thoughts of you and Franklin discussing the movie when the very first trailer dropped. You’d been at the park, each of you on a swing. 

“You gonna take me right?” You’d said only to fly slightly past his view. His eyes stayed on you, followed. 

“We can make a whole day out of it. Dinner first, then the movie.” 

Franklin had laughed. “You really tryna break a nigga’s pockets, huh?” 

You had frowned and slowed down your swing. “Boy, I'm very much worth it. Besides you can always get them ugly lil oh’ shoes you want later. Just cuz you wanna one up Leon.  But all that aside, we need to be there on opening night. No if ands or buts about it. So make it happen Frank.” 

You sipped the water as you remembered how he’d grabbed the chain on the swing and stopped you completely. Your eyes stayed on each other, and you couldn’t help but look at his lips, briefly before you'd gotten sassy with a head tilt with your own lips poked and coated lightly with the carmex you always kept on hand, ready to challenge whatever he would say. 

“Why you always gotta be there for opening night?” 

“I just do. Besides you know no one can keep their damn mouth shut. If you don’t see it right then, everyone usually ruin’s it.”

He had brought you closer and leaned in for a kiss. A kiss you had taken your time with. His last words, that the two of you would go.

You eased your grip on the glass and took a big gulp of water before you put it down and shut off the Television. You grabbed your plate of food and walked out the front door to make your way to the swinging chair sitting on your porch as you heard the screen door slam. 

The air that found you was a refreshing contrast to the staleness that lingered within your home. Very much a needed relief, you acknowledged how the L.A heat hugged you. You had just the right amount of shade and you settled in your seat to resume eating with thoughts of Franklin and Eddie’s new movie behind you. 

…

Your body jerked you back awake when the ice cream truck drove past with screaming neighborhood kids running behind it, money raised and ready for the taking. The heat still enveloped you like a larva in a cocoon although the sky didn’t give an accurate indication of the current time, blue and clear enough to possibly offer up a couple more hours of light before the sun would begin to set. You had no idea how long you sat there. 

You lowered a hand to reach down for your glass of water. When your hand didn't touch it, you raised your head to look over the side of the chair. Only the plate and spoon. You sighed, far too lazy to go into the house after it, forgetting at what point you had put it down. Instead, you shut your eyes and cosied back into the light rock of the swinging chair with your mouth that had gone dry. 

Not two minutes into your rocking did a loud base rumble the block, with George Clinton’s Nubian Nut. The noise had one of your eyes open and searching for the source. 

A car similar to Kevin’s made its way down the street. You raised your head as it continued, stopping just shy of your gate. Franklin stepped out from the back car door, passed through the gate, and trailed the sidewalk all the way up the steps of the porch, minus one. He placed his hands in his pockets, and for a moment the two of you just stared at each other. Part of you thought it might be another dream until the buzzing fly had you swatting it away. 

All you could register was the shirt he wore as the music lowered in volume. The very shirt you'd brought him for his birthday the year prior, after you'd mentioned how the color had the potential to do wonders for his skin tone. Why had he chosen this shirt to show up in? Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe like most times you were reading too much into it. 

As the question echoed the inner workings of your mind you held back a smile that tickled your lips. If memory served you correctly, although he disagreed with such admiration, he wore it many times after that day. Dare you conclude it had become a favorite in his wardrobe? Or at the very least, inspiration for more pops of color. You could still remember the grin on his face as he opened it among the many other gifts he'd gotten between cake, balloons and singing. 

Your eyes traveled over him.

There was something that didn’t belong to the vibrant color of this type of orange that reminded you of some far off place with fresh fruit, and tropical birds that flew above black people who spoke a different language. It was the wound. The wound was still fresh. It's tint. Out of place. The red mingled within the broken flesh, evident. “Happen to ya face Franklin?” You asked, still looking at the cuts on his deep brown skin, and with enough audacity to skip any formalities. 

Franklin merely shook his head and snickered. “Nothin’. Accident at work.”

You always wondered how he could be such a terrible liar. Or maybe it was simply that you knew better. 

“Right. Work,” you huffed. “That why I didn't hear from you? Or, did it have something to do with selling cocaine? Got caught up?” You rolled your eyes and looked away with a defeatist sigh. You would offer up your disapproval every chance you got. 

Franklin sighed as well, his features almost annoyed by the statement. “Look, I didn't come here to fight. Came to pick you up. So you gonna come or not? We got this whole night planned. We hit Eddie first, then Cujo.”

Maybe a different version of you would have considered it, or Imagined in your mind how the night would play out with all the laughs and good company. Somehow you couldn't see it, and all you could picture was climbing back into bed, and more sleep. A quick glance at the car to reel in Leon's afro into view, along with the smoke from Kevin's cigarette, Melody's lime green purse, and you shook your head slouching down in your swinging seat. “Nope. You go ahead. Have fun.”

Franklin chuckled, and leaned to lightly smack your leg. “Come on. Stop playin’. You love Eddie Murphy. Besides, you been waitin’ for this premier for weeks.” 

Oh, so he had remembered. You thought that your breakup would mean the end of all future plans. After his reaction of wanting to keep the planning hush in the hospital, you figured you wouldn't be invited. 

“Go grab a hoodie,” Franklin said. “We gotta get there. Starts soon.” 

You smiled. Your bed felt so close you were practically already in it.  “Then you probably shouldn't be late then, huh?” As you folded your arms, your smile faded. Sinking down until your legs could reach the ledge, you propped them up, one after the other and closed your eyes allowing yourself to feel the sounds of the neighborhood. 

 “Alright fuck it.” Franklin shrugged, climbing the last step. “I'll just sit here then. Be miserable too.” 

You opened your eyes and stared at him, shocked at what he said. You weren't miserable! 

“Excuse me?” 

You watched him put on a frown, but it was filled with a taunting sarcasm. 

How's the saying go again? Misery loves company?” He turned to you, poking out his bottom lip for extra effect as he found his seat. “How I look?” He smacked your leg for the second time and proceeded to move forward with his horrible acting.

A glare on you burning and present, you watched him mimic a fake pout. “Oh, fuck you Franklin.” You threw your hand in the direction of the car. “Will you leave me alone and just go!”

The rise in your voice got the attention of Leon, Kevin and Melody. 

“Well. Hope the line ain't that long for popcorn. At this rate, we probably gon’ miss the first part of the movie.” Leon said loud enough for you to hear it. 

Beeeeep Beeeeep 

“Aye, get y'all shit together and let's go!” Kevin yelled from Melody’s window. 

Your legs hit the ground at the second beep of the car horn. You threw a quick glance at your neighbor's house. 

“Hey Kevin, chill out! You know Mr. Baker doesn't like all that loud noise this time of day!”

“Hurry yo’ asses up then. All that shouldn't take this long. If y'all wanna conversate, do all that in the car!” He shouted back. 

You faced Franklin with eager angry eyes. “Okay. Seriously. Go. Mr. Baker gon’ tell ma mama when she get back if he gets woken up from his nap. Last thing I need.” 

You waited but nothing. Stiff as a board. Franklin made no effort to get up and move from the place he'd made for himself on the extra chair not too far from where you sat. Instead he settled in place, only getting more comfortable. “Naw,” he offered with ease. “I'm serious. I wanna make sure anyone walking by can see the pain from where we are.” He sat up just enough from his slouch to direct his attention to the sidewalk. “Hey everyone, how's the sad face workin’ out for me. Do I look good? Thinkin’ bout’ keepin’ it. Forget that my friends came to cheer me up!” 

The two women who Franklin had caught the attention of looked for a moment, and then continued on their way, only picking up their pace in the process as they walked.

Leon stood in the open door of the car and tilted his head as his eyes went from the women to the porch.“What you say Saint?”

Franklin offered a wave, then turned to smile at you. “Nothin’ we all just chillin!” 

You smacked your teeth. “Really? You're so damn childish. Forreal. Just go.” You rose up, frustrated as you smacked his arm, harder than you had his leg. “Quit playing wit’ me.” 

The hit didn't phase Franklin's determination. In response, he locked his hands together and sat them casually on his lap. “Nope. I'm good.” He'd flipped his hands around and placed them at the back of his head, extending his legs to prop them up on the ledge. Just as you had done. Once he closed his eyes, a smirk had found his lips, and you knew he'd won. 

“Whenever you wanna grab that hoodie.” 

“Such a fuckin’ annoying ass-” you jumped up from your chair barely able to complete your sentence and leaned to snatch up Cissy's plate from the floor, before you shuffled inside the house, stomping the entire way to the kitchen.

“Yeah, well. Learn from the best so hurry up!” Franklin called after you which only earned him another roll of your eyes. 

You would have thrown the plate at the wall, but since it was Cissy's and you'd only gain yourself attention from the crash, you decided against it. 

You moved swiftly through the house huffing and puffing your way into Ronnie's room with the knowledge that all your other hoodies were in the hamper, dirty. Not much energy for washing clothes, you decided on a black and gray hoodie from the closet, one that had an imprint of Malcom X’s face and X symbol, not at all realizing that it had been Franklin who broke your pattern of avoidance that had you enter your dead brother's bedroom. 

By the time you were nearing the door, Franklin had removed his hands, and let his legs fall back to the ground as he leaned forward. The smirk was no longer on him, replaced instead with a frown as he reached up to touch the cut just over his brow. He hissed at the perpetual sting the contact of his fingers brought and raised his chin up toward the sky, allowing the sun to kiss at his skin. You grabbed your inhaler and watched him. A familiar sadness found its way back as you stepped out the door to shut and lock it, remembering the phone call you were on earlier that day. Only when Franklin heard you did he stand and bring the smile back. 

“Ready?”  

…

The open windows allowed a warm breeze that pulled from a beautiful glow akin to sunset and entered through the space of Kevin's ride like the words of a story.  

From where you sat you watched Kevin nod his head to the beat of a song and turn up the volume when the next  flooded through the surrounding speakers while he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. Besides the music, conversation among the friend group was minimal to none. More importantly you hated the seating arrangement. Leon wanted a window, and so did Franklin, landing you in the middle in line of the front mirror as Kevin drove. You noticed how he would look in it, at you, then back to the road which strangely made it read like the hot seat. Any other time you would have fought tooth and nail for one of the windows, anything to avoid the driver's gaze. This time you accepted an easy defeat. 

Seeing your eyes, you sighed. They were still puffing from your cry at the hospital, from the night before. You hated crying. The after effect could linger on for days. Only, they were nowhere close to your mothers eyes. Had that been the case, Franklin and no one else would have persuaded you to come out. You were grateful that no one mentioned it. You knew they noticed, but chose not to say anything on account of the situation being necessary for such an after effect. They might all think something was wrong with you, had you not cried at all.  

The tired silence seemed a long while before Kevin spoke. He'd begun to snap his fingers and immerse himself in the tempo of the current song. 

“Alright now. Imma need some groovin’ and movin’.” 

You felt the vibration of the speaker's. Kevin had turned the knob on the radio more and more, elevating the volume substantially. Leon tilted his head, Melody threw a glance in Kevin’s direction, and Franklin grinned before garnering his attention back out the window to the passing L.A scenery. No one made any effort to sing along. 

“Aye. Y'all don't get to be boring in my ride,” you heard Kevin blurt out as the song switched from L.T.D’s Back In Love to Shalamar’s A Night to Remember. “Either you sing or I put ya ass out.”

The looks thrown around were unanimous. Everyone suddenly paid attention. All eyes on Kevin. He grinned, throwing a glance in the mirror only a second before his eyes were right back on the road. Leon sucked his teeth and raised his chin to challenge the threat. 

“Man, get that shit outta here.”

Kevin glared through the mirror and pulled the steering wheel. Car horns sounded off. The swerve had you shoulder bumping Leon and holding on for dear life while Kevin settled into the farthest lane just barely missing a collision. 

“You see that sidewalk? Think I'm playing. I'll drive right over to that bitch.”

You noticed Franklin in your peripheral. He'd sat up, alert. Chest going up and down. His eyes ran over you before he sat his hand on your leg. “You okay?” 

You gave him a quick nod. He directed his attention to the front where Melody sat. “Mel, you good?” 

She didn't answer, instead she turned and smacked Kevin's arm.  “The hell, you almost gave me and everyone else in here a heart attack!” 

“Kev man, are you serious?” Franklin added, eyes wide on the road, then behind to the people in the car who expressed their anger with curse words none of you could hear and middle fingers being thrown as compensation for the silent words.

Leon hit the back of Kevin's seat, fist balled and chest puffed. “What the fuck, drive like you got some sense nigga!” 

You straightened out your hoodie. You could still feel your heart pounding when Kevin chuckled and lit up a freshly rolled joint he'd taken from the ashtray. 

“Well, get ta’ singing damnit, like you heard what I said.” He exhaled, releasing the smoke from his lungs that went rushing out the side window due in part to the speed the car traveled. “I know you know how Lee. You carry that damn boom box around enough. Can't just be fa’show.”

Leon sat back pointing. “Fuck you.”

Kevin lifted his middle finger and threw it back in Leon’s direction. “Aye, fuck you to. Mel.” He brought on a smile as he looked at her. “Come on girl, let's hear it.”

Melody shook her head and laughed. “Oh my God Kev. You stupid. And you almost killed us, so yeah, no.” 

His smile fell. “You wanna get out? I'll pull this bitch right over and call Andre to come pick ya up. Just say the word.”

Melody shook her head and narrowed her gaze on him, but a small grin made its way to her lips as the song played. It was one of the powerful trio's best. A party hit that made it hard to resist after a while. Melody, succumbing to the pop of the tune started moving her head to the beat and began to sing along to the lyrics earning a face of displeasure from Leon who seemed to sit back disappointed that she’d given in, but a hoot from Kevin who'd passed her the joint as his voice came in on a few lyrics. 

Get ready, gonna make this a night to remember…

Kevin threw a glance over his shoulder directed on Franklin. “Come on Saint. Let’s go.”

Leon had leaned into you, bumping your shoulder. This time it had little to do with Kevin’s horrible driving. This time he had a smile on his face and just like Melody he’d fallen into Kevin’s request to sing. With a  scrunch your nose at his singing, you felt another shoulder bump coming from Franklin’s side, with even worse singing that filled the car. 

“Your turn Afro puff,” Kevin said, snapping his fingers. “You the last one to catch the groove. I love ya, but please believe I'll have ya ass out here walkin’.” 

You hadn’t realized your shoulders were beginning to put in work until you waved him off. “No no come on. It's okay Kevin. I got a headache.” 

“I don’t give a fuck. The singing will help wit’ the headache, come on.” 

You laughed. Franklin and Leon tried to out do the other’s singing amidst Kevin's persuasion, and with Kevin and Melody’s voices jumping on the lyrics, you finally broke and joined in on the madness. You smiled, then began to shimmy your shoulders to the beat. Repeating the lyrics as the joint passed to Leon. 

This night you won’t forget. Gonna make this a night to remember….

“Aight, see there ya’ go. Y'all can’t sing worth a damn but that's how we spose ta’ have fun.” Kevin shouted over the car full of voices. 

By the time the song ended you'd arrived. A line had already begun to form outside with crowds of people eager to see the new releases. Kevin parked, and one by one You, Franklin, and Leon took exit from the backseat.

“Whelp let’s do this y'all.” Leon said, smoothing down his brown shirt. 

“Wait wait hold on,” Kevin interjected as he leaned to dig around in his glove compartment. “Let's do a picture real quick since we got all us here.” 

He searched around until he caught hold of an unsuspected victim to be the designated picture taker. Some girl who had been walking with her friend. One who’d given Kevin her number right before she walked away. Leon had taken the friend's. 

When the image made itself visible you offered the smiling faces a grin of acknowledgement with the hopes of a good night. 

…

“Mind if I sit with you while we wait for them?”

Your mind had latched to two different spaces. One in the present and the other of countless possibilities. All things new. You only heard Melody because she was standing so close. All the other conversations, you had gone deaf to. 

“Uh huh.” 

You look down at the space beside you. You had taken off your hoodie and sat it down. A tactic done on purpose so that no one would think it was okay to sit by you randomly. The theater was packed with people. A normal turn out for a friday night, but with a new Eddie Murphy movie, it seemed to be double the amount. You grabbed the article of clothing and placed it on your lap, motioning your hand toward the empty space you’d made. 

“Please. Help yourself.” 

Your eyes tracked the places where Franklin, Kevin and Leon had gone. They were closer to getting the tickets as the line continued to move. You looked at all of them, but your eyes settled over Franklin a little longer. 

“I uh, just wanted to tell you personally, how sorry I am about Ronnie.” 

You blinked, breaking your gaze on Franklin. You’d begun to run a thumb over your knuckles. Everytime someone brought Ronnie up it sent this relentless wave of tension through your body. Your shoulders slumped automatically whenever anyone said his name. You didn’t look at her, even though you could feel her stare.    

“I didn't get the chance to tell you that,” Melody continued. “You were sleeping when we got there. All I could really do was leave the flowers.”

“Thank you. They were nice.” 

When you got out of the hospital you’d taken the bouquet with you. The old vase they’d come in had been changed, along with potting and arrangement. They looked good sitting as a centerpiece on the coffee table in your living room. 

“Yeah. No problem.” 

That would have been the end of it. You could feel her weight shift on the cushion as if she were about to get up. Abandon whatever mission she’d willed for herself that mustered up enough courage to speak, and say those words you hadn't expected. You pulled in the scent of popcorn through your nostrils and exhaled through your mouth, then closed your eyes briefly before you sighed to stop her departure. 

“Listen Melody. I had some time to think. Think about, a lot. And, I don't want things to be awkward between us. Okay.”

Melody settled back down and you looked over at the moving line of happy moviegoers.

“I know all that stuff happened with Franklin, and honestly even though I still feel you totally disregarded the relationship by crossing that boundary. How I reacted wasn't called for.” 

You paused. You had to take a breath. You were still angry and somewhat annoyed, but you had your part in the aftermath. Owning up was the only way to call a truce to the unspoken tug of war. 

“All the cursing and blaming. That wasn't me. Or it shouldn't have been, even in the moment.” You brought your hands together in a fold. “Although I was dealing with all that stuff going on with my brother, I had the choice to react in a better way, and I didn't.” You pulled your legs up and crossed them. 

“You're right.”

Your head at Melody’s words.

“I absolutely did cross a boundary. I went on like things hadn’t changed. The worst part was that I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. You being his girl. I didn’t respect it. So, I’m sorry.”

With a short nod you looked at her. 

“Thank you.”

Melody sat back, resting her head on the wall. “I just. I really want things to go back like they were between us.” she smiled. “I’m telling you girl, no one can do that hot comb like you. You see it’s looking a lil’ rough right now.”

You let go of a light laugh that hit the air among the rest of the conversation and bustle that was going on in the lobby. “As much as I speak against hot combs, That would be the thing I'm really good at.” You shook your head. The irony always had a funny way of creeping in. You threw a glance at Melody’s hair. A simple blow dry, but you could tell no hot comb touched it. “I told you you wouldn’t even have that problem if you’d just join the afro gang. We're always looking for new members.” You and Leon were steady tryna recruit folk. You’d make two very dedicated Jehovah witnesses.

“I don’t even think mine is capable of doing that,” Melody said with a soft laugh, throwing a glance at yours. 

Despite being in a high ponytail, your hair remained a nice healthy mini afro. Bound but still mighty, and powerful enough to shut shit down if you at any point decided to unleash her and go full Black Power.  

“I honestly feel you and Leon got everybody beat.” 

You took some sort of pride in that being the case. “Maybe,” you smiled to yourself. “Maybe so.” 

Melody turned and extended a hand before you. Her face held an expression much like a girl getting something she'd desperately wanted in the same way a child would in a candy story, or being invited to play tetherball on the playground with a group of girls that never noticed that innate desire for belonging. “Friends again?” She declared. 

You looked at her and then her hand before you took it and exchanged a shake by way of a calling of troths. “Friends.” You ended with a smile similar to hers, and a bit of weight lifted. The awkwardness to, had also subsided. Your entire body became much more free of the tension it held even with the ever present thought of your brother. 

“Wassup, y'all ready ta’ do this?” 

Both you and Melody looked up. Franklin, Leon, and Kevin had returned. Kevin with his hands full. To large boxes of popcorn, a thing of nachos, some bag of candy you couldn't identify, and a large box of lemon heads. 

“Damn, y'all buy up the whole concession stand?” Melody asked and stood to her feet. Franklin and Leon weren't as bad as Kevin, but they had their hands full just the same.

“Mel, you know we had to buy supplies for two movies. I don't wanna get up and miss somethin'.”

You shook your head, got to your feet and put your hoodie back on. “Could have just bought two big boxes of popcorn to split between us. We could have shared. Leon gotta box, you, Franklin. Y'all, for real?” 

Kevin sucked in his teeth.“Shhhhhit. That thang woulda been gone in five minutes. You know them nigga’s greedy.” 

Leon threw you a look before stuffing his mouth full of popcorn. “Share? Hell naw. I don’t know why y’all actin’ like Kev don’t be lickin’ his fingers n’shit.” 

Franklin chuckled. “Right. Wit’ them damn lemon heads.”

Both you and Melody directed your attention to Kevin’s arms. Sure enough two mini boxes of Lemon Head candies nuzzled between the popcorn and larger candy bag. You smiled and shook your head, folding your arms to look at Kevin. Everyone did. You, Franklin, Leon and Melody were staring at him. 

Kevin stepped back, throwing gazes back and forth. “Oh, so it’s like that? That’s why, don’t nobody ask me for none then. I was gonna be generous, but hell, nevermind since ya’ll hatin’ on a nigga.” 

…

The laughter and jokes felt like old times as the five of you entered into the theater. Lucky to have spotted seats closer to the screen but still in the middle, the order set Kevin on the end, then Melody, Leon, Franklin and you at the other end. 

The previews had already begun playing by the time you got comfortable and lifted up from your slouch to raise up and throw some popcorn in Kevin's direction when he whined about his three boxes of Leon Heads. He threw some back, more than the handful you had, and Franklin stole his mini box, passing it discreetly to both you and Leon before he’d gotten caught when he turned to offer some to Melody. 

By the time you were in a debate about the next big movie to come out, the theater space had darkened and Trading Places had begun. 

Immediately engrossed in the movie, you laughed and gasped at all the right moments earnestly digging your hands for more popcorn to pass between Franklin and Leon.

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of pure bliss and enjoyment before the headache you’d thought you’d gotten rid of had come back full force, and you felt sick. The same kind of sickness you’d experienced the night at Cho’s, and the same headache you carried with you when Cissy brought you back to your house. 

There was Eddie Murphy. His character, thrown in a holding cell. Your mind had somehow replaced the face, just like you were watching up on that screen, the details Jerome expressed to Cissy. Words they thought you hadn't heard, now very much vivid and beating. How could you be so selfish? He’d been gone all of three days and you were in a movie theater laughing. Enjoying yourself, living life. Your eyes swelled up with regret and you looked down at the hoodie you wore. Ronnie’s hoodie. 

Miraculously your hand had found Franklin’s. He’d been so taken by the movie that he only noticed once you squeezed down. His eyes found you through the low light shining from the big screen. “Huh?” You heard him say through the hordes of laughter that filled up the space. 

You tried with all your might to avoid the shake in your voice, and force one final smile. “I need to go to the bathroom. Be back.” 

You watched him nod, as you stood to your feet and put the popcorn box on the ground with no intention of returning to it. You wasted no time, moving through the seated people as fast as humanly possible.

The rise and fall of your chest led you inside a stall to let the breath free you’d had held up trying to make it to seclusion. You sobbed, a kind that had been suppressed as much as possible in order not to be discovered by those leaving and entering the restroom. You would have preferred your own bathroom, where you could hear your own labored breathing and wheezing. Maybe one of your pillows could provide you some sort of comfort rather real or imagined, or at least been there to muffle your screams down. 

That’s where you should have been. Home. The regret you harbored for laughing and enjoying yourself poured out in short, choking bursts and sniffs. If you kept it up you would need more than your inhaler to calm it, and you'd be damned if you'd return to the hospital, willingly. You covered your face with your hands but tears found their way around the barrier and ran down your chin to drip and pool along your neck. You leaned on the stall that separated the other and quietly let the tears go. 

When you found you hated the position and the way your neck began to feel at such an awkward angle you stood up and wiped your eyes with the sleeves of the hoody. 

You could barely breathe, all congested with sorrow, but you blew your nose and rushed out the bathroom. The less opportunity you had to look at the mess that was now your puffy exterior, the better you’d be. 

As you debated on going back in and telling Franklin you were leaving, a familiar face caught your view. He was there with a woman and two kids, a girl and boy. A happy family enjoying a night out together. A family going about their lives without a care or concern for a grieving mother and daughter, or the young man who had all the potential in the world, only to be cheated and forgotten due to a corrupt system. 

Anger, one emotion not unrecognizable to you had provided the motivation it took to walk and confront such atrocities head on. 

Why? Why wasn’t he feeling just as much grief and despair? “Hey,” you shouted. 

From that point your descent had begun. Your own voice echoed in your ears loud and passionate with words that would cling to the atmosphere long after you left. Curse words, hurt words, and everything in-between. You even gained the attention of those in the lobby. An audience to your own personal demise. 

He always regarded you with your last name first, like he meant to stay professional at all times. It annoyed you. It made him come off, pretentious and dismissed his attempt at keeping things calm. 

“So tell me Shelby motherfucking Fleming. Why you not at home wit’ ya head hung low. My brother is dead because you didn't know what the hell you were doing. Or maybe you just didn't give a fuck. That it? Just another black man to be disposed of. Because I told you that taking that deal was gonna fuck us!” 

All the attention seemed more of an embarrassment for him than for you. In fact you hardly even noticed anybody else other than the bastard before you. 

“I beg your pardon. I understand your frustration. It was a terrible thing that happened. But I did what I could for Ronald. He had the best legal representation for his circumstance. No matter what offer I put on the table, he was going to do time. Now, if you don't mind. My family is here.”

Your blood boiled. The way he'd said it. Like he brushed it off as nothing. 

“Fuck you. Fuck you and your woods stalk lookin’ ass family. You think I actually give a fuck about all that when you destroyed mine? Y'all all played a part. You, that stupid ass judge!” 

You hadn't even realized the size your rage had grown. Before you could stop yourself you’d smacked the medium size popcorn box from Shelby's hand. Little golden puffs went flying. When you pushed him his wife called for security, hysterical. Another random man had come to break up the tension. He pulled you back trying as he might to block your path from Shelby. In all the commotion you hadn't even noticed Franklin. He'd inserted himself to push the man away from you. You tried to rush at Shelby again but Franklin blocked your path. He struggled with you until he took hold of your shoulder to shake you still. 

“Hey hey calm down, wassup, what happened?” 

You took a step back and threw him a look before you pushed his hands away. 

“I'm going home.” You murmured through a glaze of tears. The security, not far off and moving through the crowd of onlookers had you in hindsight, but you wouldn't wait. You changed direction and ran out the closest door with Franklin's voice calling out your name and begging you to stop. 

You didn't stop. You just kept on running. 

……………………………………..

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: smut, cheating

A/N: based off this old song Scotty Doesn’t know from the movie Euro Trip. Colson has a small lesser known band in this fic. https://youtu.be/7_AKr1BEajA

“Does Scotty know you're here?” Colson asks as you unbuckle his pants

“No! What do you think I am? Stupid?” You question dropping to your knees.

“So, what’s your plan y/n, you just gonna string him along forever. C’mom already I want you to myself.”

You pull him free from the confines of his jeans “Can we talk about this later?”

“Y/N!” Colson scolds at your attempt to avoid the conversation for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” you respond coyly before stuffing your mouth with him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me!” He groans, pushing your hair out of your face and wrapping it around his fist. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking good at this!” He grits between his teeth slowly rocking his pelvis as he holds you in place, your cheeks hollowing around him as you suck.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you quickly try to silence it with your free hand before Colson hears but it’s too late; he lets out an annoyed groan and you know he heard it— Knows who it is . You distract him, sucking him harder, faster and cupping his balls — you know he loves it when you play with them. He’s told you on occasion that your head game is so good it could make him forget his own name; you’re just hoping now that it’s good enough to forget your boyfriend just texted in the middle of it, because the last thing you wanna do is talk about it … again.

************

Long after you’ve swallowed him down, you’re content with yourself thinking just maybe you really did make him forget about the mid-head text from your boyfriend when all of a sudden he springs it on you. “Did you text him back?”

“Who?” You feign innocence.

“Y/N don’t play stupid, you know who!”

“Oh, Scotty?”

“Yes, fuckin-Scotty. Who else?”

“Yeah, I just said ‘sorry I missed your text I was at church.”

“CHURCH!” Colson chokes out a laugh. “Just because you were on your knees on a Sunday morning , doesn’t count as church. Why can’t you just tell him the truth and break up with him already?”

“He’s my best friend's brother. It’s complicated. She made me promise I wouldn’t break his heart.”

“Sooo fuckin’ me behind his back is your solution to that?”

“Until I can figure out a way to let him down easy and not destroy my relationship with my best friend, yeah.”

“Solid plan,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Be a shame if he found out about us before then.”

“You wouldn’t!” You can’t tell if you're scolding or pleading .

“I might,” he smirks.

“Colson, please!” —Pleading, you’re definitely pleading.

“Oh, relax Y/N, I’m not gonna tell him— maybe just help the poor fuck figure it out on his own.

*********

By noon he’s got you on your knees again— hands and knees to be exact, pushing into you from behind.

“Oh fuck Colson, just like that!”

“Yeah, you like this dick, huh? Better than Scotty’s I bet!” He grips your hips roughly and snaps his hips forward. “Who fucks you better, him or me?” He taunts.

“You!” You answer without hesitation. He knows it’s the truth you’ve often complained about having to fake it with Scotty.

Just then your phone goes off blaring Scotty's ringtone

“Speak of the devil… Answer it!” He demands.

“Colson are you —?”

“I’m not playing — answer it or I’m not gonna let you finish!”

“Fuck— fine.” You reach down off the bed to the floor to retrieve your phone, while Colson keeps a firm grip on your waist, making sure he stays buried in your warm cunt. “Hel-lo” you answer, failing miserably to disguise how out of breath you are.

“Y/N? You alright?” Scotty questions.

“Sorry… umm yeah. I just—” you pause to suppress a moan “— I just ran to grab the phone.”

“Oh ok, I was just calling cuz the guys wanna take me out next weekend for my birthday but I didn’t know if you had anything planned for us already?”

Oh fuck, his birthday— you completely forgot. “Well… yeah, I did” you lie. “But it’s okay, go with your friends we can do something the weekend after.” You already have plans to attend one of Colson’s bands gigs this weekend anyways.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best!”

Colson’s blood boils at the pet name. “Fuck” he drives his hips into you as hard as he can. Your teeth pierce into your lip as you bite back a moan.

“What was that!?” Scotty asks.

“The TV,” you answer quickly.

“Mmmm, you are so bad, baby,” Colson whispers into your flesh as he kisses between your shoulder blades. “I can tell you’re close, don’t hang up til you cum.”

“Oh whatcha watching?” Scotty inquires.

“Ummm… Horror movie— shit!” You choke out.

Colson brushes your hair of the nape of your neck and nuzzles into the crook.“C’mon baby, cum for me,”

“Must be really scary— you seem on edge.”

If he only knew how close to the edge you actually are right now .

“Yeah it’s really s— oh FUCK holy shit!” You scramble to hang up the phone as your orgasm hits; Colson’s following moments later.

“Uhh, Y/N! Fuck!” His moans are loud and exaggerated.

“I already hung up, dipshit!” You playfully punch him

In the arm after he pulls out.

You pick your phone back up and shoot Scotty a text ‘sorry, jump scare. I accidentally hung up.’

********************

“Five minutes til stage.” A voice announces from behind the backstage curtain. Today’s the day of Colson’s band's big gig, and coincidentally Scotty’s birthday.

“Perfect timing.” Colson smirks as he pulls his pants back up over his ass and you button your top. “Nothing like a little backstage quickie, before a show.” He kisses you then heads to the stage; you take side stage, hanging out near the crew and equipment.

“How we all doing tonight?!” Colson shouts into the mic. The crowd cheers lively in response. “Aight, that’s what I like to hear! I’m gonna start out with a new song about someone special; the sexiest little sex kitten I know!” He looks to you. “Y/N get your sexy little ass up here!”

You blush as you climb the few stairs that lead to the stage taking Colson’s outreached hand and he pulls you up. Your stomach sloshes with nerves and excitement, simultaneously eager to hear Colson’s song about you and concerned about this getting back to Scotty somehow. You try to push Scotty to the back of your mind and just enjoy Colson song about you … until it starts —

“Scotty doesn't know that Y/N and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know ”

Oh, Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty”

Your hand flies up to cover your gaping mouth as he continues to sing— each line more divulging than the last. You can’t help but laugh and decide to throw caution to the wind at this point and begin to jump and dance along. Colson sneaks up behind you as he reveals more and more of your secrets into the mic, wrapping a hand around your neck as he snaps his hips forward against your ass.

“I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

Y/N’s got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing”

It’s as Colson sings one of the songs most incriminating lines—“I did her on his birthday” — that you notice a familiar face in the crowd making their way to the front. “Which is today by the way” he ad libs.

“SCOTTY!!” You gasp.

“Oh shit it’s Scotty!” Colson announces and then opts for a lyric change — “Scotty does know , Scotty does know!”

[kumawrites]

what are you, my sugar daddy? (pt. 1)

☆ ushijima wakatoshi x reader ☆

☆ - 3.9k words

☆ - a/n: aight ushijima fuckers here y’all go. but like,,,, me too tho i’m a proud member of the ushijima club. alternatively titled, “y/n has good morals (unlike me) and ushijima really does not want to be sued”

☆ - taglist (ask to be added): @miceonmars

//

When you said you wanted to be hit by a car to pay for your tuition, that was a joke. A joke. Apparently, God didn’t quite catch that it was supposed to be a joke, and decided to bless you with what you asked for. A car! A car that ran you over at a crosswalk!

In retrospect, it was probably your fault. Sure, you were on your phone, too engrossed trying to read a tweet while walking, which was surprisingly hard as you couldn’t really keep focus on the words. But you could have SWORN that the light turned green. For you. Not for the car. You think. Well, maybe not. You really didn’t remember, too focused on the pain sizzling through your entire body to think straight. The (very expensive looking) car had hit your body head on, and while it wasn’t going too fast, you would probably be dead if it was, it was still a car. And your body was still in the street, just chilling.

And oh god, you still had to get to class. Not only were midterms just around the corner, but maybe you had spent too much time in class definitely not paying attention and rather playing a bootleg Club Penguin on your computer. Trigonometry is boring, and Club Penguin is not. But, your negligence to your studies was going to be your downfall if you didn’t actually start paying attention. And you had planned on it! Too bad your plans got ruined.

At least the sky was pretty today, and so was that guy. Wait, what? You’re well aware that there was a crowd surrounding your dead(?) body, but no one had really made it into your peripheral, probably too scared to move your body. You didn’t blame anyone for not getting too close to you, it was a good precaution to not get injured any further. But you noticed that one man was crouched over you, brows furrowed, phone next to his ear. He looked distressed. Wonder why? That was your last thought before you promptly passed out on the warm concrete.

When you came to, you knew you were in a hospital without even opening your eyes. The smell of the whole place was almost sickly, not surprising, hospitals are literally made for sick people. It smelled heavily of disinfectant and sadness. You hoped that you weren’t hooked up to a bunch of machines and that you weren’t missing any limbs. That would mean a longer stay, which did not sound optimal.

As you opened your eyes, you were absolutely blinded. No, not by the light, the windows were closed and you weren’t even next to them. But by the extremely attractive man, sitting in your room on his phone. Well, that’s new. It wasn’t like you knew who he was, no one that hot was actively associating themselves with you. You didn’t have time to process who the mystery man might be before we turned his head from his phone and locked eyes with you.

“Hello.” He spoke with a deep rumble in his voice. Wow, that’s hot.

You attempted to greet him in return, but your voice crackled leading you into a coughing fit. The man furrowed his brows, and suddenly you recognized him. He was the one that was crouched down by your body! While you were presumably coughing up your lungs, the man quickly left the room. And there he went. Maybe he was an angel. Maybe God sent him down as an apology for not reading the entire request. That was probably it. Hot people like that definitely didn’t exist in the real world.

Too focused on the crazy thoughts in your head, you didn’t notice that he actually came back! With a nurse! Oh. He came back?

So he was real, you deduced. Well, when you were able to get words out of your dry throat, you’d ask him his skincare routine. And workout routine. And well, his life routine at this point. It was like there were no faults, physically at least. He was probably a psychopath who broke into your hospital room to kill you. Yeah. That’s it.

You weren’t paying attention to reality, and didn’t even notice the nurse leave to go call a doctor. And then there were two. You only snapped out of your very deep and intellectual thoughts when he cleared his throat.

“Hello. Again. I apologize, it seems I hit you with my car.” His brows furrowed once again, and you were extremely tempted to tell him to stop, he would get premature wrinkles if he kept that up. But, you needed to have an actual conversation with this not so mystery man.

You took a breath and actually managed to speak this time, although it was still raspy. “Howdy.” Howdy? Did you really just say howdy? “It seems you did, huh?”

That was all you were able to get out before the nurse came back with a doctor. The doctor grabbed his rolly stool and sat down by your bed, explaining that you had only sustained minor injuries and were actually lucky since you didn’t hit your head. Your left leg, however, was a different story. Since that was the side you got hit on, your leg was basically in shambles. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but you wouldn’t be able to walk for quite a while, having broken your bones in multiple spots. Well, that sure did suck.

You didn’t have a car, so you were forced to walk everywhere. But, that didn’t really matter at this point. It wasn’t like you would be able to drive a car with a broken leg.

Other than your broken leg, you were basically fine, and would be able to be released from the hospital in a few days. They wanted to run some extra tests, just to make sure you wouldn’t die somehow due to your injuries when you got home.

The nurse then switched out one of your IV bags and promptly left with the doctor, after making sure you didn’t have any further questions, leaving you alone in the room with the handsome man.

You didn’t really know what to say to start off the conversation, but luckily, he started. “Do you feel okay?” He questioned and you had to ponder that. Yeah, for the most part you did feel fine. But you hadn’t gotten out of the bed, and whenever you shifted your hips they ached. So, a solid maybe? But you didn’t want to make him feel bad, so you simply nodded your head.

“Yeah. Aside from the leg, obviously, I feel alright.” You shrugged as you examined your casted leg. Your gaze shifted from your left leg to the man, sitting a safe distance away from you. He looked rather stiff, with his hands properly placed in his lap. His posture was impeccable, and you bet he didn’t have back pain when we woke up in the morning, lucky bastard. You also noticed the very expensive looking watch, adorning his left wrist. Then you remembered just what kind of car hit you. It was for sure some fancy car, but you were no car expert, so you had no idea what model or even brand it was. But that meant this man had money. Good for him.

“I’d like to make up for it. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to pay your hospital bills.” Your eyebrows shot up, not expecting that. Honestly, you were ready to take the L and go into debt to the hospital. And then probably pitifully ring up your parents and beg for some money. It wasn’t like your family was poor, but they were for sure not rich. While they’re able to keep themselves afloat, you weren’t sure what a presumably large hospital bill would do to their finances. And they really weren’t responsible for you at this being, being that you’re in college and living on your own. So simply taking this stranger's money would be super easy, right?

It would! If you didn’t feel extremely responsible for the entire situation. Damn it good morals! Why did they have to come out now! Thinking back on the accident, it was most certainly your fault, and taking this law-abiding citizen’s money just rubbed you the wrong way. Yeah, he was rich, but he seemed genuinely extremely apologetic. If that was what the furrowed brows meant. You were just assuming. You were also assuming that he was a law abiding citizen, but his presence alone almost guarantees it. Almost.

“Don’t worry about it. I appreciate the offer, but this whole situation is for sure my fault. My carelessness led to your car, uh, hitting me. So don’t worry about it. I’ll just call my parents, and figure something out.” You said as you brushed your fingers through your ratty hair, attempting to get the knots out. It was a mess, and you couldn’t even see it. You wondered what you looked like, probably not hot. The man, however, did not seem pleased by your response, somehow managing to furrow his brows even more at your response.

“No, I insist. Please let me pay for your bills.” He seemed almost offended that you attempted to decline his offer.

Nonetheless, you weren’t about to allow yourself to mooch off of a stranger, even if he looked rich. “Thank you, but it just feels wrong, you know? They can’t be too bad.” Somehow you knew that sentence was going to bite you in the ass later. You gave him a slight smile and before he was able to respond to your foolishness, his phone dinged. He looked down at his phone, and abruptly stood up, and wow, he was tall. But you almost expected him to be this giant, since his whole being and presence was just like his height, large. You blinked at him, as he looked almost distressed as you kept looking at you and then back at his phone. He sighed as he slipped his phone in his windbreaker.

The man glanced around the room until he found a slip of paper and a pen. He quickly scribbled down something and then handed the paper to you. “I have to go, but here’s my contact information. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” And with that, he left the room. You looked down at the paper and read his name, Ushijima Wakatoshi. Huh. Sounded familiar, but you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You shrugged and put the contact into your phone, knowing that you would somehow manage to lose the paper if you didn’t.

You were fully prepared to never call him, however, still not wanting to make him pay for anything.

//

Your eyes almost fell out of your head as you read the bill. Was it even possible for a number to be that big? The amount of digits was almost offensive to look at, and your roommate, Kaori, seemed to agree.

“Y/N, that number is going to give me a migraine, please put it away.” She dramatically sighed as she sprawled out on your bed, next to your sitting, basically frozen body. You break one leg! Just one! And this is how much that costs? You’d have to sell your soul and kidney to even begin to pay the bill.

“If I throw this bill away, do you think it’d just disappear?” You asked, fully prepared to rip the paper in half.

“Hmm.. Probably not! I don’t think the IRS would be too happy with that. Wait, is that was the IRS is for? You know, I don’t know. But it’s worth a try!” Kaori and her many words of wisdom never seem to get old.

“Very helpful Kaori.” You sighed and flopped down next to her. She instinctively began to scratch your scalp, as a way of support. Whenever you were stressed or upset or anything, you’d come to Kaori and ask her to scratch your scalp. It felt good, and she knew where all of the best spots were. “I don’t know how I’m going to pay for this, especially without letting my parents know. They’d seriously castrate me, Kaori. I would be dead. Deceased.” You dramatically wailed, and Kaori just kept running her fingers through your hair.

“Didn’t you say the guy who hit you offered to pay for it?” She arched her eyebrow and you sighed.

“Yeah.. But I just feel bad? You know? Then again, he looked like he wanted to pay.”

“Then let him! There’s your solution. Call him up right now and explain that you’re just a little too broke to pay for them and would very much appreciate his financial support.” She sat up and removed her fingers from your scalp, causing you to groan. She grabbed your phone, unlocked it, you had given her the passcode ages ago, and opened your phone app. “I’ll even call him for you! Well, press the call button. You need to talk to him. What was his name?” She asked as she scrolled through your contact list.

“I don’t know, uhh, Ushijima? Yeah, Ushijima. I think?” You casually mentioned and didn’t even notice how Kaori’s eyes went wide with shock.

“Sorry, what?”

“Huh?” You turned your head towards her at the sound of her confusion.

“What.. What did you say his name was?” Kaori looked shell shocked and you had no idea why.

“Ushijima..? I forgot his first name, it was Waka something. Umm, Waka, Wakatoshi? Yeah, that’s it. Ushijima Wakatoshi. Why, do you know him or something?”

“Know him? Do I know him!? Y/N, he’s a D1 athlete! Ushijima Wakatoshi hit you with his car! Oh my God, Ushijima hit you with his mcfreaking car!” Kaori exclaimed, and you could only look at her in confusion. You genuinely had no idea who that man was, other than the man who ran you over, but apparently he’s a big deal. To Kaori at least. You listened to her as she spoke on and on about Ushijima and how great of a volleyball player he is. Apparently, in high school he was one of the top aces in the country. Honestly, you didn’t know what an ace was, but you nodded along to whatever Kaori said, knowing that she was a manager for her highschool’s volleyball team and a sports medicine major.

���So, basically, what you’re saying is, I got run over by a super famous athlete? Is that it?” You blinked at her as she finished her speech that was basically about the entire history of men’s volleyball. You learn something new everyday.

She nodded enthusiastically and re-unlocked your phone, in search of one name. “And that’s why you need to call him! Think about the scandal of it all! ‘Famous Athlete Brutally Runs Over Innocent College Student’! He definitely does not want that on the news.”

“Well, first of all it wasn’t brutal. The only thing broken about me is my leg. Second, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who caused the whole thing, so I’m not innocent. And finally, I’m not going to blackmail him into paying for my bills.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your roommate and she huffed.

“Fine, fine. At least call him so he knows you’re still, well, alive.” She handed you your phone back, and his contact was already dialed. You groaned at Kaori and put the phone up to your ear as there was no going back.

After about the fourth ring, the line was picked up. “Hello?” Ushijima’s deep voice managed to sound deeper over the phone, and you had no idea how that worked, but this wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Uh, hey, Ushijima? It’s Y/N, the person you, uh, hit with your car.” Was it even possible for you to sound even more awkward? Out of the corner of your eye, Kaori was muffling her giggling and you threw a nearby pillow at her face, which she caught. Stupid sports majors with their stupid athleticism.

“Hello, Y/N. How do you feel?” Even though you had only spoken to Ushijima once, you could tell what kind of person he was. Blunt and didn’t have a lot of words to say. He was probably the kind of person that didn’t bother sugarcoating anything. Respectable.

You hummed in response. “I’m okay. My leg doesn’t hurt, but I guess that’s because I can’t really feel it? Or something.” You bit your lip and an awkward silence fell over the phone call. “Um, how are you?” You asked completely out of formality and because you had no idea what else to say. Holding a conversation seemed like it wasn’t going to be easy.

“I’m fine. Y/N, I’d like to ask to pay your hospital bills once again.” Oh, you were right. He went straight to the point.

“I really appreciate it, but like I said before, I definitely caused the accident. It’s not your responsibility to pay for my bills. They’re, uh, not really that much anyways. Haha.” Could he tell you were lying? Kaori sure could, and even you could recognize how fake your voice sounded.

Apparently, he could tell that you were lying. “I asked to see how much the bill was when I was at the hospital, and it is not a small amount, Y/N.”

“Oh. Uh. Well, I guess you’re right. But still! It feels a little icky?”

“I don’t mind paying. My job pays me very well. I can easily pay your bills. Are you in college?” He asked out of the blue, following his not so subtle flex. Okay, he probably didn’t mean to flex, didn’t seem like that kind of guy, but boy he sure did.

“Sure am. I’m in my second year, dying.” Groaning, you remembered all of the schoolwork you have to catch up on after putting it off AND getting hit by a car. You wouldn’t be surprised if you failed Trig. But you probably shouldn’t.

He grunted in response. “Do you drive?” Ushijima asked another odd question that seemed to have come from nowhere.

You didn’t know how that had any correlation with the current conversation at hand, but you responded anyways. “Oh, no I don’t. I usually just walk everywhere, not that hard to do. Well, maybe now it might be.” The annoying realization that you couldn’t just simply walk everywhere had just hit. Again. When you remembered earlier at the hospital, you simply forgot all about it! A true way of solving your problems! But what an inconvenience getting hit by a car is. At least you got to meet someone who could be considered a celebrity. And he was hot! Really, it was a win-win. No, that’s a lie. Your leg is broken and you’re suffering from crippling debt. But you still met a hot guy!

“I’m going to pay the hospital bill, Y/N.” Ushijima bluntly stated and snapped you out of your daze You honestly almost replied with a ‘yessir’. He was just so confident, how could you argue with that? Wait, how were you supposed to argue with that? The whole goal of it is for him to not pay your bills, but how is he so damn convincing with just a few words? He’s truly an enigma.

“Please, Ushijima, it’s really fine. I think. Wait no, ignore that. I’m very much confident that I am fine. Yeah. That.” Your voice wavered as you panicked and your eyes darted to Kaori, watching your dumbass in amusement.

“Excuse me for a bit.” It didn’t seem like Ushijima had cared to listen to your babbling, and simply hung up. You put your phone down from your ear and stared at it. What? He just excused himself? Can he do that? Well, of course he can do that. It’s Ushijima Wkaatoshi, and at this point, you were pretty sure that he was capable of doing anything if he really wanted to.

Kaori crawled back next to you and tilted her head. “Did you hang up on him?” She curiously stared at your phone, displaying the recents page of your phone calls.

“Uhh. No. I didn’t, at least. He was just like, excuse me, and hung up?”

“Huh.” Kaori simply vocalized.

“Huh for sure.” You agreed.

Before you had time to even think a cohesive thought, for once in your life, your phone rang. You looked down at the display to see that it was Ushijima calling. Well, he did say excuse me, implying that he was coming back, but you didn’t really have the time to process his words before he hung up, just minutes ago. You stared at your phone before you answered, still trying to wrap your head around what was going on.

“Uhh, hello? Ushijima?” You answered your phone.

“I paid your bills. Please do not worry about them. They were quite significant.” You choked. Kaori stared at you like you had just grown two heads, presumably hearing Ushijima’s words. He, he just, did it? This man just paid your bills? Like it was nothing? Was he allowed to do this? It wasn’t like you weren’t relieved that someone else took care of your ridiculous bill. At this point, you were just downright impressed! Ushijima really just did that, huh. A true display of big dick energy, if you must say yourself.

It was almost impossible to find a way to reply to him, after all of this insisting that you were completely fine and he didn’t have to cover the bill. Apparently, you must be really bad at pretending since you were definitely not fine. Or maybe Ushijima is just incredibly perceptive. You weren’t for sure, and you also weren’t for sure if you’d ever figure out. Actually, you’re well aware that you’re a shitty liar.

“I would also like to cover your physical therapy and transportation until you completely recover.” Well that statement certainly gave you whiplash. It was almost as his expensive car ran you over again. He wants to what?

“Wait, hold on. Okay, so first, thank you for paying my bill, but really you didn’t have to. I’ve said this enough, but it really was my fault. And you don’t have to cover anything else, the hospital bill was just enough. I seriously can’t thank you enough, and I’m fine and alive. You really don’t have to do anything else.” You explained and hoped you didn’t come across in an ungrateful way. This man had just paid your unreadably expensive hospital bill, after all. He was showing you so much kindness already that you really didn’t know what to do. Your kindness acceptance meter was full.

Even after your mini speech, it still seemed like he didn’t care. “Please send me your schedule for classes and your address. If you want anything, do not hesitate to call me. That includes food, or anything you want. It does not matter. I have to go now. Please take care. I will see you soon.” And with that, he hung up, leaving you shell shocked. Did this mean what you think it meant? Anything? Seriously, anything? You were very much sure that this was far past the usual situation. Ah yes, the usual situation where a famous athlete hits a dumb college kid with his car. Happens all of the time.

But you were pretty sure that it wasn’t a normal thing to be offered food, or as he said, anything you want. Wait a minute. Wait a damn minute.

“So?” Kaori was looking at you expectantly.

“Okay so, I don’t know if this is how it works but, I think, just maybe, I got a sugar daddy?”